This is a song about "The bay"

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I've been in the bay for years,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Or go to sleep, or youll have a dream where youre drowning in the bay

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

I could ever let another thought keep me at bay

Ambition is definitely on the way

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game